King Monologue from Sakoontala; Or, The Lost Ring: An Indian Drama

From Sakoontala; Or, The Lost Ring: An Indian Drama by Kālidāsa

male · dramatic · 1:06 min

Can this be the daughter of Kanwa? The saintly man, though descended from the great Kasyapa, must be very deficient in judgment to habituate such a maiden to the life of a recluse. The sage who would this form of artless grace Inure to penance, thoughtlessly attempts To cleave in twain the hard acacia's stem (19) With the soft edge of a blue lotus-leaf. Well! concealed behind this tree, I will watch her without raising her suspicions. (Conceals himself. [S') AKOONTALÁ. Good Anasúyá, Priyamvadá has drawn this bark-dress too tightly about my chest. I pray thee, loosen it a little. ANASÚYÁ. I will. [ Loosens it. PRIYAMVADÁ. [ Smiling. Why do you lay the blame on me? Blame rather your own blooming youthfulness which imparts fulness to your bosom.

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